The Magus Lab 〈99% INSTANT〉

This is not a laboratory of beakers and bunsen burners. It is a Vivarium of Broken Laws.

And somewhere, deep in the walls, a failed universe—reduced to the size of a walnut—hummed a lullaby to itself, waiting to be rewoven into something that worked this time. The Magus Lab

The Magus gestured to a mirror in the corner. In it, seven different versions of herself were arguing about the correct way to fold spacetime. One was knitting a black hole. Another was crying honey. A third was trying to teach a golem how to lie. This is not a laboratory of beakers and bunsen burners